Gnatty Spider - A Perfectly Normal Dinner

Meria Boucher has just put the finishing touches on her latest bout of culinary insanity - a great heaping bowl of freshly-made gnocci, gleaming with bits of crumbled aldgoat cheese and a sage-butter sauce. Its set on the counter, beside a platter of grilled vegetables, wafting with the smell of balsamic vinegrette and ground black pepper, and a fresh loaf of bread flanks its other side, the fluffy, glazed twists speckled with bright bits of rosemary. Huffing lightly, she looks at the spread with -
Meria Boucher - satisfaction - or, at least one might hope there is satisfaction behind that mask - and then looks at the doorway. ...She knows at least /one/ person should show up, given she'd threatened the man that if he didn't stop working for dinner, she'd drag him to the kitchen by his tie, but... would anyone else?
Isaudorel Vairemont makes his way upstairs, removing his mask just before he enters. "You've outdone yourself again, my dearest Meria!"
Meria Boucher reaches up, slipping off her own mask and setting it aside. "You do me a great honor as always, Isaudorel," she replies with a curtsey. "And you please me with your timeliness. Would you like a plate?"
Meria Boucher: Something to drink?
Juno Victricia had just recently come through the estate with a pack of uniformed men. They were carrying pieces of furniture and a massive chest filled with Gil. She gestured them towards the door. "It's the only open room, I can't imagine you to mess that up." She commented with a stern glare. The men quickly nodded before rushing towards her room. "Good help is so hard to find.." She mumbles to herself before sniffing the air with her b u n nose. Was that... food... bread? She did enjoy bread.
Isaudorel Vairemont: "Of course. And I'll take water, please; wanting to keep my mind sharp for when I return to my work, you see."
Juno Victricia made her way upstairs and glanced towards the two who were already here. She moved a bit closer to inspect all that had been made with a brow raised, she then turned towards Meria. "You made all of this?"
Meria Boucher squints at him. "Or," she suggests, her even voice taking on the slight edge of Suggestion. "You could take the rest of the night off and not work yourself into an early grave." Then, she looks up as someone new enters the room - though her face is familiar. "Good evening. Would you like some dinner, miss?" ...Aaand she's forgotten her name. "I did."
Isaudorel Vairemont chuckles softly. "Very well, very well." He turns back to look at the newcomer. "Good evening, I don't believe we've met. Isaudorel Vairemont, at your service."
Isolde Fjorrin The sound of the front door opening and closing sounds from downstairs and the jingling jangling of various pouches and acessories can be heard as heels clock against the tile floor. A tall woman with dark hair looks around, muttering to herself, "We were told it should be fine to look around...The Spider said so." She sighs and pushes hair back over her shoulder, sniffing the air, "Hmmm." She starts poking around, eventually poking her way...near the stairs anyway.
Fhen'li Khinlan arrived at the estate to see multiple unkown people moving furniture through the door. "Strangest robbery I've seen. Works better if ya take things out." He chuckled to himself until the aroma of fresh food caught his attention. "Somethin smells nice." He proceeded to follow his nose up the stairs.
Juno Victricia: "Simply calling me Juno is fine." She responds quite sharply before looking over the dishes again, then to Isa. "Juno Victricia. A pleasure." She offers curtly before looking at the gnocci. "I have never seen such... odd looking foods in my life."
Isolde Fjorrin watches something short pass. She is too tall to notice cat boys apparently. Still her ears twitch. People are upstairs...p e e b o l e. She follows the short and the smell of food and steps onto the second floor with an airy grace. Stuck in her hair here and there are shimmering black feathers and her icy blue eyes seem to pass over anyone around as if they're not totally there.
Meria Boucher indicates the dish with a point of her finger. "This is a type of soft dumpling made of popoto dough called a gnocchi. This is a blend of various Eorzean vegetables, and this," she turns her palm up towards the bread. "Is bread."
Meria Boucher waves slightly when she sees Fhen enter. "--Hello! Would you like some dinner?"
Isaudorel Vairemont: "As usual, your cooking has brought quite the crowd." He gives a wave to the two newcomers. "Isaudorel Vairemont, at your service; I don't believe I've met either of you, at any rate."
Meria Boucher gives a light, slightly embarrassed cough. "It really is just a hobby," she murmurs. "I am certain it all due to coincidence and the number of people in Miss Batachikan's employ than anything else."
Fhen'li Khinlan noticed the group once up the stairs. e turned to look at Meria with a smile. "Aye, wouldn't pass up a free meal." He took a seat before giving a wave to Isaudorel. "Fhen'li. Nice to meet'cha."
Juno Victricia stares at Meria as if she spoke a different language all together. "P..Popoto dough....?" She continues to stare at the squishy dough sacks.
Meria Boucher: Yes. The popotos are peeled, boiled, mashed, mixed with flour and egg, rolled into logs, cut into pieces, and then boiled to cook. Let me fetch plates and silverware.
Meria Boucher curtseys once more before disappearing into the kitchen. Her lalafell murder was described with a complete and utter lack of emotion.
Isolde Fjorrin doesn't seem to really pay much mind to the goings on of the food and things. Instead when she hears talking she glances over to the group, then away to observe the layout of the room. Her heels tap against the floor as she moves over to the little table in the corner, lifting the flower arrangement with one hand...then putting it down...then lifting it up again.
Meria Boucher returns, her palm splayed out and a selection of plates and silverware floating above it. Gravity powers! With a delicate hand that implies a high degree of aetheric control despite the completely menial nature of the task, she sets the bar counter.... and pauses to stare at Isolde's - whatever she's doing.
Meria Boucher: Is that some manner of cultural ritual?
Juno Victricia: "Eorzan's have such strange names for food." She comments off-hand, most of what was before her was food she had never tried. Or at least not the same kind. She isn't exactly sure she even wants to attempt at trying it, but... at least there was bread. She finally takes a seat, sitting up almost perfectly as she smooths out her dress.
Meria Boucher resumes setting plates in front of everyone. Honestly? She's seen weirder here. "I am certain if you described to me foods from your land, they'd have names and tastes quite unfamiliar to me. Oh, ah - what would the both of you like to drink?"
Juno Victricia: "They are likely similiar in all but name, and oh the most expensive red this estate has if you would." She goes for the bread first because. Bread. Taking small bites while looking around the lounge. "I do enjoy the hints of blue, and the chandelier is lovely... I should obtain one as well."
Isaudorel Vairemont begins working on his own food. "I'm rather fond of Nymian chandeliers, myself, Miss Juno."
Fhen'li Khinlan nodded along with Meria's words. "Can't be scared ta try new things miss... Juno, was it?" He took a rather large bit of the food before turning his attention back to Meria. "Wouldn't happen to have any rum hidden back there?"
Meria Boucher glances very, very briefly at Isaudorel. To a man who has known her of upwards of two decades, this is what the look conveys: Isaudorel Vairemont I am about to die, someone just asked me for the most expensive red wine we have and I don't know SHIT about alcohol. However, she is a strong, independent woman, and she will figure this shit out. There is a nod to Juno, and then she looks to Fhen. Oh, rum. That is much easier. "We do, actually. I know exactly where it is - I used it for the-
Meria Boucher: - dessert, as it so happens."
Isolde Fjorrin finishes...whatever it is she's been doing there. She sets the arrangement back down, turns it slightly, and seems satisfied then. She mutters something about "usefulness" in some fashion before she resumes her poking about. She passes the harp, plucks a few strings then finally she seems to really realize there are other people in the room. She stares. Then enters behind the counter and stares down at Meria. Not asking anything or...y'know doing anything. Just kinda looking.
Meria Boucher turns to get the drinks a -- and she's being stared at? She turns, looking up at Isolde, her hair falling over the massive scars carved across her face. "Hello," she greets, because that is what you are Supposed to Do, she thinks.
Isaudorel Vairemont smiles to Meria. "Ah, forgive me my dear Meria," he nods. "I just recalled that I misplaced the most expensive bottle; top of the wine rack, third from the left." Amazing, the man picked up on her potential issue and has done his best to save her from it.
Isolde Fjorrin continues to stare for a moment, then circles around Meria. Then kneels down a bit. Then stands back up. Then around. She then nods, "Mmhm. Hello."
Meria Boucher will propose to you again, you beautifully idiotic, smooth and yet completely obvious man. However, Isolde takes priority before that. "My name is Meria Boucher. ...Did you want to smell me?"
Meria Boucher: ...Would that help?
Juno Victricia watches the strange viera woman from behind her now, small cheese plate. Taking the occasional bite as if watching a play or drama.
Isolde Fjorrin blinks at that question, "Smell?" She furrows her brow a bit, using a knuckle to press her nose a bit before she shakes her head, "No. We do not require that." She then backs off finally, "We have not seen such a dress before. We wanted a closer look is all." She does not give her name in return yet because I guess she's rude, "Why is there so much sitting? Why is your cheese so square." She moves and takes a piece, staring at it.
Meria Boucher: It is the outfit I cook in. It is also roomy enough to cover a satisfying number of skirt-knives. There is so much seating because a large number of people use this as their resting area, and the cheese is square because that is a convienient and easy shape to cut."
Meria Boucher goes to acquire the alcohol.
Isolde Fjorrin stares hard at the cheese, "...it is an unfriendly shape..." She mutters. Putting it on the counter. Then scooting it away slightly.
Meria Boucher returns with wine glasses, an expensive bottle of red wine that would not have been located without Isaudorel's help, water for Isaudorel, and rum. There is no shot glass. Meria Boucher assumes that rum is consumed from a wine glass.
Fhen'li Khinlan let out a loud chuckle. "Got an interestin' group here for sure." Once Meria returned with the drinks he motioned for the bottle. Glass? Who needs a glass?
Meria Boucher pushes the bottle towards Fhen, the innocent fool she is, and then begins struggling a bit with uncorking the wine. A.) She's not used to it and B.) She only has one hand. "Yes, I find that there is always a unique collection of people around," she agrees. "What is a friendly shape for cheese?"
Isaudorel Vairemont: "Would you like assistance, my dear Meria?"
Meria Boucher gives him a look that, given their long-spanning bond, roughly communicates: if we were alone I would be a fussy cat about ever conceivably accepting aid regarding my disability, however, because we are in public and this is embarrassing, I will let you help. Also, while I am annoyed about needing help at all, I still do appreciate the offer. Thank you.
Meria Boucher passes him the bottle.
Isolde Fjorrin is busy touching things under the counter, but she stops when asked a direct question. Picking up the square again she pulls a dagger from her hip. Flips it in her hand, and carves apart the cheese into a more...jagged shape. She frowns, "We do not know how to make it appear as if it is pulled fresh from an animal stomach." She sets the cheese back down. Now in sad clumps. Frowning at it.
Isolde Fjorrin: "It is friendliest when fresh. Yes that is what we mean."
Isaudorel Vairemont smiles, accepts the bottle, and loosens the cork a fair before handing it back to Meria, silently indicating that she may do the honors of actually uncorking it. "It was at an odd angle, just enough to be stuck," he lies.
Meria Boucher takes it, wrenching out the cork with a satisfying pop. "It must be a trait of expensive wine," she says, giving him a nod of thanks soon after. After filling up Juno's glass, she considers Isolde. "Is this cheese curdled in an animal's stomach, or cheese eaten by an animal, digested, and then reclaimed?"
Juno Victricia watches Meria attempt to open the wine bottle and waits paitently, still eating the cheese. Staring at Meria. When she does FINALLY get it open, she nods and picks up the glass; swirling it around like a fine wine connaisseur. "An interesting shade." She comments before taking a small sip.
Isolde Fjorrin shakes her head, laughing a little. She has a very "ohoho" sort of laugh as she shakes her head, "Oh heavens no. One cuts the stomach from an aldgoat or sheep and the cheese is made within." She uses her hands to talk a LOT, and she still has her knife in one. So she's just kind of waving a sharp bone knife all over, "We could not imagine if animals ate cheese...and then regurgitated more cheese."
Fhen'li Khinlan looked at the cheese for a long moment. "Guess it doesn't hafta be square." He takes a long drink from the bottle in front of him before extending it out toward the group. His way of offering the others a drink, nearly forcing the bottle into Juno's face.
Meria Boucher: Ah, yes. That makes much more sense than what I was picturing.
Meria Boucher walks around the counter to take a seat by Isaudorel, and then looks over to see Juno nearly punched out by a rum bottle. Her opinion on this is unknowable. She begins serving herself dinner.
Juno Victricia seems... slightly put off by this talk of... animal innards. She puts what she'd been eating down and instead tries to concentrate on the wine itself.  When Fhen so RUDELY shoves a bottle in her face, it clinks with her wine glass and manages to crack just the edge of it. When she pulls away, shes staring at Fhen with a blank expression.
Fhen'li Khinlan looks up after a few seconds of noone taking the battle that he so generously offered. "No?" He shrugged before taking another long drink and turning back to the food.
Isolde Fjorrin laughs in her way again, "No...such a sharp shape..." She runs a finger over the edge of her knife before fINALLY putting it away and putting her hand on her hip, "But enough talk of innards and cheese. We grow tired of it." She puts a hand on her chest, about to intyroduce herself...but then distracted by the sound of cracking glass, "Oh my..."
Meria Boucher eyes the fancy bottle of wine, and... tentatively pours herself a glass. "I know you said not tonight, but... do you want some?"
Juno Victricia places the cracked glass down while still staring at Fhen. "What was your name again?"
Isaudorel Vairemont nods. "Perhaps a small amount; I'm feeling a bit tired, I must admit, so I'll likely return home shortly." He smiles. "At least you won't have to worry about me working myself to an early grave, my dear Meria."
Meria Boucher gives him a small splash in his glass - just enough to try. "Very well. I'm glad I could feed you properly. I'll see you at home, then..."
Meria Boucher pauses, then leans in to whisper something.
Fhen'li Khinlan was slightly caught off gaurd when he was spoken to. He took a moment to swallow the food in his mouth. "Fhen'li." He offered a smile. "Change yer mind?" He motioned toward the bottle. "Have at it." He turned to Isolde. "You too. Have a drink."
Isaudorel Vairemont nearly chokes on his tiny, tiny bit of wine at whatever was whispered to him. "Of course, my dear Meria." He places a hand on her head, patting her affectionately, before standing up. "Take care, all of you; I hope to have the chance to socialize with you all in the near future!"
Isolde Fjorrin looks at the bottle, her nose scrunching a bit at it before she shakes her head, "We do not imbibe unless we are partaking in ritual...but we thank you regardless." She continues to stare at the bottle.
Meria Boucher sniffs at her wine, then swirls it around a little bit like Juno had. "Ritual?" She prompts Isolde, seemingly curious, before subtly sliding another wine glass towards Juno. Please don't murder him. That'd be a pain to clean up.
Juno Victricia at the question she merely shakes her head. "No. Only that you watch where you swing things. If that glass had broke I fear what our situation would be now." She turns back to her glass. "A new one would be lovely, however. I rather not drink shards of glass this evening." She glances up to Isolde, gesturing a hand. "But please continue with your introduction."
Isolde Fjorrin nods, "Yes. It is an important ceremony. We often lead such things." She doesn't explain too much in detail. When prompted by Juno she puts her hand to her chest again, "We are called Isolde. We are a preistess. We are not native to Eorzea...and The Spider offered us sanctuary here in return for our services. It is a pleasure."
Meria Boucher: Where are you from?
Fhen'li Khinlan looked at the broken glass. "Ah, sorry sorry." His attention went back to Isolde. "Where is it you came from?"
Isolde Fjorrin looks to Meria, "We are Veena. Our tribe is from what Eorzeans call the Skatay Range. Many live at the foothills. We prefer the snowier places."
Meria Boucher: Ah - north of Dalmasca, yes?
Isolde Fjorrin: "That is correct." She rubs her shoulder a bit, "It was required to pass around Dalmasca to come here."
Meria Boucher dips her head into a nod. "I've been reading more about that land since a friend of mine told me he was from there. I'd be curious to hear more about the Skatay Range, too. I am from Ishgard, and only recently have traveled anywhere outside my home."
Juno Victricia picked up her now magically non-broken glass, not seeming to question how it had gotten in front of her as she takes a sip. "Ah, so far from here as well. I would be curious to know what brought you here. However, it seems Miss Batachikhan has a habbit of picking up all matter of person."
Isolde Fjorrin shrugs, "It is wide and cold...and very rarely do people ?????? ?ver and come back. Forests. Many forests are there." She explains, "It is a special place...and I do miss it very much...but I am here for a purpose. I am looking for my daughter."
Meria Boucher: Your daughter?
Juno Victricia raised a brow at this, also having the same question as Meria.
Isolde Fjorrin nods, "Yes..." She gets a bit more...chilly speaking on the topic, "Some time ago...travellers came to our tribe asking for shelter. We misjudged them...and a few of ours were taken away. We recovered our sisters...but we have yet to find my..." She sighs, realizing she had begun using more personal manner of speaking, "Our daughter...we have tracked the group to Eorzea. But this is not the topic for relaxation."
Meria Boucher dips her head into a nod. "I wish you luck then, Isolde - and should you be comfortable with it, I extend an offer to read your stars for you. They helped me find Isaudorel again; perhaps they could shine some light on the path to your daughter."
Fhen'li Khinlan stared down at the bottle of rum. "Sorry to hear it las. Won't push if ya ain't keen on speakin of it more. But if find any information wouldn't mind lendin' a hand. Ain't right forcin' a family apart like that."
Juno Victricia: "I wish you luck as well." There wasn't much else she could think to say on the topic. She sipped her wine once more. "I believe you have at least come to the right place."
Isolde Fjorrin smiles at this, "Oh?" She reaches into her clothes and from them produced a deck of sixty. It's different in design from one produced in Sharlayan astromancy. It's less complicated in design on the back, and the images of things like the bole and ewer etc. are different, "Such matters are one of our specialties...however we do not read the stars in the way Eorzeans might." She flips one of the cards, revealing a minor arcana of some kind. She then returns the deck to her clothes, >
Isolde Fjorrin: "We have heard of Sharlayan Astromancy only...please show us. We are intrigued by the differences."
Meria Boucher perks up with interest, and then lifts up her skirt withdraw her own deck from a pouch she has strapped to her thigh. She also has many, many knives underneath there. What the hell. "I would be happy too," she replies, "And I am similarly interested in yours. The history of star-reading is a long one, and I am always interested in the practices of others."
Meria Boucher: There is much of value to be learned, for as the sky contains All, so to do those are those who gaze upon it number in the many.
Juno Victricia produced a small note book from her person and a feather pen. She stared between Isolde and Meria for them to begin.
Isolde Fjorrin taps her lips with her fingers, her icy blue eyes focused on Meria, narrowing slightly as she thinks, "Hm...we like you." She says simply, "Perhaps we will have a long discussion on practice and theory soon. For now. We wish to experience." She leans on the counter, putting her chin on folded hands, "Let us see."
Meria Boucher shuffles her deck, the motions slow and methodical, the soft flipflipflip of cards undercutting the gentle current of her voice. "This shall be a rather non-specific reading," she explains, settling her cards down in the center of the bar before her. Her hazy golden gaze does not leave them. "As I do not have my charts handy, nor do I have my star globe to do my calculations. But still - those are simply extra tools..."
Meria Boucher withdraws a small knife from the depths of her skirt. Tugs off her glove with her teeth. Slits the skin of her pinky open. "--Is the basis of communion. I also do things a little differently from other Sharlayans, I admit." A slight smudge of blood is placed on her forehead, and keeping the wound from the cards, she begins to lay them out.

Isolde Fjorrin leans a little closer, watching how Meria shuffles and cuts her deck, "Indeed. We think that is fair." She nods, tapping her nails against the wood of the counter, "We do not judge the methods of others. Still..." She sees the use of blood and smiles a little, "We already find favor in your methods."
Meria Boucher nods slighly. "Blood is important." The first card is turned over, an elegant, restrained motion, and her thumb brushes over it as its settled onto the wood. "Aether flows through the lifestream, and blood flows through us. Blood sustains us, and blood undoes us. There is much in blood." -- The first card is the Lord of Knives. A soft hum, and she draws the second.
Isolde Fjorrin narrows her eyes at the first card drawn, tilting her head a bit. Her fingers twitch slightly but she remains fairly poised, "Hm..."
Meria Boucher || It is placed below the first, an even thing, aligned neatly and precisely. A second dab of blood is smudged onto the bridge of her nose - it is the Ace of Cups. A third, then, slotted just above the first card, and after nudging it into place, blood is streaked down in a line down her lip. And then, she begins to speak. "This is a simple spread, meant to hint at what may come on high and what may seek you from below. Here, something of the Lord of Knives presides over your quest for your-
Fhen'li Khinlan sat quietly. His eyes fixed on Meria's movements. He didn't know much astromancy but his curiosity kept him fixed nonetheless.
Meria Boucher: - daughter. The suit of cognition, watched over by the Arrow and containing within it the element of wind. A suit associated with courage, change, and the decisive, cutting bite of air.  The Lord of the Fourth Heaven - perhaps a little on the nose for you, oh wanderer, though perhaps it suggests you are wandering in more than just physicality, searching for something more than just... the obvious. That will be important for your journey.
Isolde Fjorrin keeps her eyes on the cards, listening to the poetic way that Meria reads them. She takes a moment after the reading. Closing her eyes and reflecting over something before she smiles and nods, "We are satisfied by this." She nods, "We shall discuss this more yes. We are interested in the fixation on wandering." She unfolds her hands and puts them both on her hips, "But as I said...we are satisfied. Do you require a cloth for your face?"
Meria Boucher: "Water and emotion - be wary of where you may be dragged, under the current shown by the Fifth Heaven. And your blessing - hm." A pause. "You will be betrayed in some way, by something, and that will lead you to an answer that you need."
Meria Boucher: --A cloth would be lovely.
Isolde Fjorrin reaches into her clothes and from a bag on her belt she produces a purple cloth. It smells of cedar and sandalwood. She hands it over and smiles, "We will be careful. We appreciate your reading. It was...illuminating."
Meria Boucher takes it,  dipping her head in thanks. "I would love to speak with you more on this; and good luck. ...Should you need someone cursed..."
Meria Boucher: Being frank, I am best at those.
Isolde Fjorrin chuckles, "Yes...we will be sure to remember..." She says, wandering off as she apparently...do
Juno Victricia finished her note taking and closed the book. "Interesting, I thank you as well for the information." She puts away the notebook and sips the remainder of her wine.
Meria Boucher sucks the blood off her finger until it's decided to Quit It, and then looks over at Juno. "You're interested as well, I take it? I can show you a more proper reading at some point. There's star-charting involved. And math."
Juno Victricia: "I have been keeping record of Eorzan customs, as well as other cultures. I would be interested to see what else there is to this card reading."
Fhen'li Khinlan gave a nod. "That was interestin' to say the least. And you to be good at it." He paused for a moment. "Not that I'd know if ya weren't." He chuckled softly.
Meria Boucher: There is much. I have spent my life in pursuit of this art, preparing for the day when the horizon is stretched into a line as the sky and the sea become one.
Meria Boucher gives Fhen a nod. "I appreciate that I look like I know what I'm doing. I do, but it is good to know I appear confident to others."
Juno Victricia: "You do." She added in agreement. "I would be interested what these cards might say about me as well. But I suppose that is better for another time." She finds another slice of bread to consume, never could you have enough bread.
Meria Boucher samples her wine and eats her food. "I am happy to do readings for any in this company. While I am perfectly capable of extracting information and facilitating fair commerce, this - " She gestures to the cards, before returning them to a stack. "Is what I was schooled in."
Fhen'li Khinlan took another drink from the now half empty bottle. "You seem to have all sorta skills." He motioned to what was left of the prepared food. "Nice ta have someone so versatile around."
Meria Boucher: I wasn't allowed to leave the house very often, so I acquired hobbies. Not that astromancy is a hobby. I'm a professional.
Meria Boucher: Cooking is a hobby.
Meria Boucher nods. Clarification is Important.
Juno Victricia humed at this, eating more bread and seemingly taking note of said skills.  "I have never tried to cook myself, but this meal has been satisfactory."
Meria Boucher nods, accepting that Juno probably thinks black pepper is spicy. "I am glad it was palatable."
Juno Victricia smiles but its not completely to her lips. "Anyways, I really should-" Once she stands she nearly topples over holding a hand over her right eye and remaining oddly motionless. It was a strange action for someone like her to take.
Meria Boucher stares at Juno, and in her own private, internal monologue, she wonders if the woman is about to go on about her cursed eye. What comes out of her mouth however is, "You are unwell. Do you need the doctor?"
Fhen'li Khinlan looked at Juno curiously. "Careful there. Did ya have a bit too much to drink?"
Juno Victricia when she pulls her hand away there is a blackish liquid dripping out from the socket. The eye itself not really an actual eye which was obvious enough to anyone, it lit up seemingly on it's own with a blue tint and started to scan around the room seprate from her other eye which was trained on the floor. "Oh, well. This hasn't happened in a while." She shakes her head however. "It's nothing to worry over, I have been neglecting maintenance on the cornea for far too long."
Meria Boucher: ...When one's mechanical parts are leaking fluid, that a bad sign.
Meria Boucher: Actually, all-- most fluid leakages on the body are a bad sign.
Fhen'li Khinlan stands and moves toward Juno, his sight fixed on her eye. After a moment he speaks. "You might wanna take care of that." He turned to Meria and gave a slight nod. "Thanks for the food. Think it's about time for me to move on. Take a little walk after dinner." He started toward the door before turning around and grabbing the bottle of rum. "Wouldn't do ta leave this behind." He smiled. "Have a good night." He left the room, bottle to his lips again as he did.
Juno Victricia: "I have been putting far too much strain on it of late. It's fine." She seems somewhat dismissive, though she is noticebly wincing when she blinks over it. "Anyways," she starts again, now fully covering the eye. "I should really go check on if my furniture is where it should be. This has been an enlightening experiance I would enjoy to partake in again in the future."
Meria Boucher stares at the door. "He just stole my rum."
Meria Boucher continues to stare for a moment, then returns her gaze to Juno. Her face is entirely impassive. "You are welcome for dinner any time. I make it for everyone. Have a good evening, and good luck with your eye."
Meria Boucher: And I hope your chairs are properly ordered.
Juno Victricia nodded with a partial smile. "Thank you, you as well." She says before exiting.